Aubrey Wood

Oh I can't believe, I can't believe That you'd honestly pick me to call me your baby. And if it isn't real, isn't real, Then how do you explain all these things I feel... For you. And how all the little things you do make me. And never could I descri

I'm pretty sure that there is reason For my falling down. See, when you're gone, I'm left with all this time to think about Why I have this sudden urge to have to Hit the ground. I know it's contradicting, But lately I've been thinking. Your lack of

This bus has a way to make me feel safe, at least from where I had stayed. And as you sit with me, I can't help but feeling that you'll never go away. The grass hides us both As we find ourselves running from A monstrous voice. A routine accustomed B

Won't you let me try on those Black thick-rimmed glasses? Oh I've spotted them this whole night. Won't you sing to me Of songs you wrote about us? And later we'll sip tea to Death Cab for Cutie. Oh I hope you're the one for me. You're the artistic ty

I have learned that conformation Is invisible cause it feels worse than it did before And now instead of having someones side To stand on I am stuck on my own island Alone Alone Alone. So whats to do When you cant prove the truth When all you have is